Museum of the Dead

Fei Yan ate the ice cream a little too hard, and the cold air from his throat and esophagus to his stomach was still lingering.

But... the one next to him seems to be more air-conditioned.

Fei Yan glanced lightly at the curator of Haagen-Dazs who was still seriously eating the Haagen-Dazs that was about to melt into water. He was a little embarrassed. He was trying to persuade him to eat ice cream just to find an excuse to cover up the question he was going to ask. Unexpectedly... You're so obedient, you've been working hard from just now until now, and you haven't even looked at yourself.

"You...don't you think I'm weird?" Fei Yan waited for the man beside him to scoop up the last bite of ice cream in the paper cup, and finally asked.

"For example..." Yin Lu'an may not know that there is such a thing as a trash can in the world, and he always holds the leftover paper cup in his hand, "Like to eat this kind of cold and greasy food?"

"..." Fei Yan reached out to take the paper cup in his hand, and walked quickly to a trash can next to him, "This paper cup belongs to recyclable garbage, and it should be thrown into the hole on the left."

It wasn't until he finished speaking that he came to his senses—fuck, why did I teach a ghost messenger how to sort garbage?

Unexpectedly, Yin Luan nodded slightly, indicating that he remembered.

Fei Yan paused, and continued what he said just now: "Ordinarily, if an ordinary person has a chance to return to the human world after death, they will definitely check how their original "self" is doing? Isn't it?"

Fei Yan remembered that he died to save a woman who had been abused by domestic violence. At that time, he wanted to hold her tightly and tried his best to save her life.

He couldn't forget his temples throbbing violently before he died, his heartbeat rushing to his throat, and the wind whistling incessantly in his ears.

Humans are inherently mortal, and he couldn't help knowing whether this way of sacrificing one's life for righteousness was heavier than Mount Tai, but at the moment before dying, he felt it clearly—compared with the whole world, he was as light as a feather.

The sun is showing signs of setting, and the clouds on the skyline are also smudged into different colors. Fei Yan has never studied art, so he can't tell which dozens of different colors are included in it. He only knows that the similar colors make people Suddenly feel melancholy.

During his lifetime, he didn't seem to have once - standing here, watching the sunset leisurely.

"Why do you want to watch it?" Yin Lu'an finally opened his mouth after an unknown amount of time, his words interrupted Fei Yan's thoughts, and he rethought what he had just asked.

"For example, after my death, where did my body go? Is it still in the police station without claiming it?" Fei Yan smiled bitterly, and laughed at himself, "By the way, I still put my face first that day Earth! It must be ugly..."

Yin Luan didn't smile, but was facing him: "If you don't want to watch it, there must be a reason why you don't want to watch it."

You don't want to watch it because there is no one worthy of nostalgia over there?Or do you not want to see the appearance of being forgotten by the world when no one inquires after your death?

But—those don't matter anymore.

I will let you, live.

You will also have me in your future life.

After hearing this, Fei Yan felt relieved, and the sadness caused by the setting sun and looking up at the bright sky at 45 degrees disappeared all of a sudden.

He glanced up inadvertently, and saw a familiar figure not far away.

"What's wrong?" Yin Lu'an clearly felt that his eyes were staring at somewhere behind him.

He looked back and saw a delicate girl in her 20s, wearing a simple black dress, who had just boarded a bus.

Yin Lu'an turned around and looked at Fei Yan's surprised and focused eyes, his eyes couldn't help being deep and sad.

Is... someone you like?

But in the past two years, he hadn't seen such a person by Fei Yan's side!

The bus stopped for a while and then drove away. Fei Yan's eyes followed the bus and drifted into the distance.

Yin Luan: "..."

I suddenly feel wronged.

The young man's gaze drifted farther and farther away, and the curator couldn't bear it anymore, and a clear and deep voice rang in Fei Yan's ear: "Do you know anyone?"

Fei Yan withdrew his gaze, and replied in an uncertain tone: "It should be a playmate from the orphanage. She hasn't seen her since she was adopted. It must have been... seven or eight years!"

"But it looks very similar, and the terminal of the bus just now is the orphanage."

Yin Lu An breathed a sigh of relief, of course he would not show it on his face, his tone was still light, "Do you want to go?"

Fei Yan was stunned, "What?"

"Orphanage." Yin Luan turned his gaze to the sparsely populated station, "Want to go?"

"Is it possible?" Fei Yan asked pleasantly. He hadn't visited the orphanage for three months. He thought that being able to come out with this physical body was already the biggest concession of the ghost messengers, so he kept going. He did not dare to make such excessive demands.

Who knows that the curator is so reasonable.

At that moment, Fei Yan felt that it was a pity for Yin Luan to be a ghost messenger—he should go to church and become a priest.

"Yeah." Yin Luan agreed and walked towards the station.

"Wait a minute!" Fei Yan followed in two steps, wondering, "Shall we... take the bus?"

It takes two hours of bumpy bus rides to arrive at the station. Wouldn’t it be more convenient to create a vortex and get in there?

Yinlu Anming paused for a while, and made a thoughtful expression: "How much does the bus... cost?"

Fei Yan: "..."

How much is the bus instead of the bus?One word difference is a world of difference!

Fei Yan sighed, and took out his pockets all over his body, only to find that his pockets were cleaner than his face - not a single coin.

Alas, in this world, a penny can hardly kill a hero!Two dollars is hard to die for, boss!

So...why take the bus?Isn't that kind of vortex with any door function nice?

When Fei Yan saw Yin Luan staring at the bus that just stopped, he suddenly understood: this is not the same as the domineering president who is tired of sitting on the extended version of Lincoln, but the luxurious customization of the extended version of Lincoln is not good for public transportation such as buses and subways. What is the difference in the bridge section of interest!

Sure enough...he doesn't understand the happiness of rich people!

Fei Yan resigned himself to his fate and shouted at Yinsha Baitian Luan, "You need to put coins in to take the bus, you wait here, I'll change the money first."

Yin Lu'an nodded, and Fei Yan looked back while trotting, wipe, the curator really looks like a fool!

There are large shopping malls nearby, and there are not many small shops. After running for 5 minutes, Fei Yan finally found a small newsstand, bought two bottles of water from the boss, exchanged some coins, and hurried back.

He was afraid that something would happen to Yin Lu'an staying there - not because he was afraid that the ghost messenger would seduce his soul and return to hell, but because he was abducted by bad guys!

Poor Xiao Feiyan, he is still alive and dead, and he is worried about others.

When a tall and tall figure finally appeared in Fei Yan's sight, he finally stopped in his tracks. He hadn't exercised for a long time, and he was a bit out of breath after running like this.

Yin Luan's whole body melted into the sunset, and the outline of his side face was particularly clear. Fei Yan took a deep breath, and he swore that he had been a paparazzi for two years, and there was no man more handsome than this!

Every time Fei Yan took a step closer, the charm of the man's side face became more and more charming!

wipe!Why is a ghost so good-looking?

Fei Yan secretly warned himself, this is not the most beautiful cub on the street!This is your savior, your father, and your ancestor that you will support for the rest of your life!

He stabilized his mind and walked quickly to Yin Lu'an's side, but before he could speak, the curator stretched out his hand and held up a bright flower to him!

Fuck!Just for a short while, where did the flowers come from?Picked by the roadside?

Fei Yan was awe-inspiring and vividly displayed the image of a good citizen: "Picking flowers on the side of the road now will be fined!"

Yin Luan shook her head, "I didn't pick it, I bought it."

It was only then that Fei Yan noticed that what he was holding in his hand was a rose!

The petals are delicate and beautiful, and they are still in a state of being unopened. The stem is very smooth, and it is obvious that the thorns on it have been processed.

That being said, it's really a buy.

"Where did you buy it?" Fei Yan was still in disbelief.

Yin Luan still held the flower, "Just now a little girl asked me if I wanted any flowers, and said there was the last one left."

Fei Yan suddenly remembered that today is Qixi Festival, and it is normal for someone to buy roses on the street, "No, where did you get the money to buy them?"

"WeChat."

Fei Yan sighed in his heart, tsk tsk, he will use WeChat to scan the QR code to pay.

"how much is it?"

Yin Luan thought for a while, "One hundred."

Fei Yan: "!"

Fei Yan almost exploded!A rose sells for a hundred?Are you sure it's not a bundle?

Is this a Valentine's Day marketing routine?

At this moment, Yin Lu'an's eyes were completely bewildered, and Fei Yan looked at him with a layer of sympathy, what does it mean to be a fool with a lot of money!Right in front of you!

"Here you are." Yin Lu'an handed over the brightly colored rose in his hand.

Fei Yan raised his head slightly to look at him, Yin Luan's eyes were very gentle, and the setting sun cast a faint light on him.

For some reason, Fei Yan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in his life that he received flowers... No, he is not a living person yet.

"Then what..." Fei Yan hesitated, he was given flowers by a man, and he thought he was a straight man, but he still couldn't accept it, "Otherwise, if you bring it back to Amber, girls might like it—"

"I bought these flowers with the money from WeChat." Yin Luan's expression seemed a little lonely, and the drooping corners of his mouth gave him a taste of loneliness, "I said before that the money in my WeChat is only for you to spend. "

……

Fei Yan finally accepted the flower and walked ahead with red ears.

Yin Luan followed behind, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

The two got on the bus, and Fei Yan had just tossed four coins when he discovered something—it turns out that the bus can now pay with mobile phones!

Fuck!If he had known that he could use his mobile phone, he would not have to exchange money. If he did not need to exchange money, Yin Luan would not have bought that flower. If he did not buy the flower, he would not have to hold the flower to accept the baptism of the eyes of everyone in the car!

There were not too many people on this bus, but there was only one seat left.

Fei Yan poked Yin Luan: "There is a seat there, go and sit."

Yin Luan shook her head, "Sit down."

The eyes of the two confronted each other for a while, and Fei Yan was finally defeated. After all, he was still holding a 100 yuan rose in his hand, and it was not for himself, but for it!

Fei Yan moved his eyes to the window, he had already memorized the scenery along the way, and he did not know how many times he went back and forth in the four years of university.

Unexpectedly, I haven't been there for three months. Do those naughty ghosts in the courtyard still think about him?Where is the dean?Feel good?

Fei Yan's thoughts were pulled far away, and his eyes became misty.Suddenly, there was a bump, the driver braked hard, and he was so shocked that he bounced on the seat.

However, as soon as he moved his butt back, he felt that there was an extra weight on his legs - due to the sudden brake just now, the curator was caught off guard, one of them didn't stand firmly, and the whole person sat directly on Fei Yan's lap!

Yin Lu'an's face fell directly into Fei Yan's surprised eyes, their noses brushed lightly, and their unsteady breathing hit each other's faces.

Fei Yan felt that his mind was blank, his whole body was stiff, and the air around him became even more ambiguous.

He could feel his wrist getting hot.

After looking at each other for an unknown amount of time, Fei Yan came to his senses, tilted his head and coughed, and only then did the people on his body come to his senses.

The curator, who was knocked over by the bus, finally got up, but when he got up, the driver slammed on the brakes again—this time, Yin Lu'an's head hit the glass of the car next to him hard!

Seeing the man touching his forehead with a cold face, Fei Yan finally couldn't help laughing: "Pfft...hahaha"

Yin Luan rubbed the smashed place, seemed aggrieved, he lowered his head and accidentally caught a glimpse of the rose in Fei Yan's hand.

"flower."

"Huh?" Fei Yan laughed with tears in his eyes, and only noticed the flower in his hand when he heard the sound—he turned into a bare commander, and the petals fell to the ground, like a flower in a greenhouse, unable to withstand any damage.

Fei Yan: "..."

The 100 yuan is gone.

The author has something to say: Fei Yan: 100 yuan for a rose is really rich!

Curator: Well, I am indeed rich and powerful.

Fei Yan: ...

Tian Ling and Hu Po: ...Understood, the two of us will not come out to hinder your relationship for the time being.

It is said that the previous chapter blocked two words, xx subject, guess what attribute it is?